如淨和尚語錄 1.38

1.38

Ascending the hall on Mid-Autumn: "Clouds disperse in the autumn sky: mind itself sees the moon." Raising his whisk, he said, "Look! Before every house gate, the bright moon shines; everywhere travelers share the bright moon. Riding a whale to catch the moon; punting a boat to load the moon. Suddenly the moon sets and the night grows deep—laughing to death the barbarian monk with missing teeth!"